Statement concerning confrontation with person staking out my home on August 20, 1982

At approximately 8:30 p.m. I was in bed with the lights out in my apartment at 1991 Newport Blvd., Costa Mesa. With me was my wife, Joyce.

I happened to get up and looked out the window and noticed about two hundred yards away on the east side of Newport Blvd. a yellow Volkswagen, possibly the one which had tailed me on August 18, 1982.

When a stream of traffic passed between the VW and my apartment I slipped out my front door and made my way unseen along a cross street to the east side of Newport Blvd., and walked up to the VW. It was a bright yellow VW with mag wheels and licence number 110 PIP, the same vehicle which had tailed me on August 18, 1982

The driver was about six feet tall, short sandy hair, around 25 years of age. He was sitting in the driver’s seat. He wore a grey sweat shirt with the crest and label “Oxford University.” I walked straight up to the driver’s window. The following conversation ensued:

GA: Maybe you wouldn’t want to hurt anybody, but within that organization you don’t have a choice in the matter. If you’re ordered to do anything to anybody you do it.

He implied with a snicker that my connecting him with Scientology was just my imagination.

GA: I am going to call the police.

I waved my arms when a motorcycle rider came by. The motorcyclist turned around and came back to where I was. I explained the situation to the motorcyclist and got his agreement to stay with the VW driver while I phoned the Costa Mesa police. The motorcyclist loaned me a dime for the call.

I called the Costa Mesa police, explained the situation and described where I was located. I then returned to where the motorcyclist was standing with the VW driver. The motorcyclist left upon my return from phoning. Then the VW driver said he had to make a phone call. He went to the same payphone I had used and I stayed with the car. There was approximately thirty minutes wait until the arrival of the police officer.

In the meantime I stayed close to the VW driver. He got in and out of the car on a number of occasions. During this period I noticed a pair of binoculars on the front passenger seat and a quantity of clothing and other paraphernalia in the back seat.

During this time the VW driver made a couple of comments about how slow the police were in answering my call. He also said that if he wanted to he could drive off because now that I had his licence number it didn’t make any difference.

I told him that I would lie down in front of his car if he tried to leave. At one point he did get into the car, start up the motor and begin to take off. I put my foot in front of the left front tire and he stopped the car when it rode up on my foot. When he turned off the motor I pulled out my foot from under the tire, making a thud when I did so. He antagonistically accused me of kicking his tire. I did not kick his tire.

Also during this period he walked back over to the payphone and waited by it as if anticipating a call. I accompanied him to the phone. On the way to the phone I spat on the ground. (I was in considerable fear and I had drying saliva in my mouth I wanted to get rid of). He antagonistically said, “Hey, you spat on my foot. Don’t you spit at me.”

I had not done so. This kind of stupid attack is a standard action within the Sea Org and specifically the Guardian’s Office. There are drills which are done which cover exactly this sort of incident. The object is to “introvert” the person, “cave him in,””cave in his anchor points.” Attack, always attack.

GA: I was in the organization for thirteen years. I know how they operate.

VWD: What’s the matter, don’t you believe in freedom of religion?

GA: What I don’t believe in is Scientology’s, the Sea Org’s, or the Guardian’s Office’s harassment of individuals. And I don’t believe they have any right to put my life at risk.

VWD: Why would they want to kill you?

GA: Because I know too much about the lies and coverups on which the organization is based.

When the police had not arrived for some time I went out on the street again and flagged down a bicycle rider, a young Mexican-American who, although he didn’t speak much English agreed to call the Costa Mesa police for me. It was right after this that the police officer arrived in a patrol car.

I approached him, gave him my name and said I had made the call to the police station.

The Police Officer asked for and wrote down my name, phone number, and address. I also gave him my work phone number and the name of my attorneys, Contos & Bunch.

I explained to the officer that the same VW had tailed me for approximately 45 minutes the previous evening (I later realized it was the evening of the 18th), and that the driver was staking out my apartment. I explained to him that I was a former member of Scientology and that I had left the organization and felt that my life was in danger from them.

I asked the police officer if he could also check what kind of surveillance equipment was in the VW and I mentioned to him that I had seen a pair of binoculars in the front seat.

During this conversation the driver of the VW got out of the car and approached the police officer’s car window where I was. The officer told him to get back in his car and wait until the officer was done with me.

When I had briefly explained the situation to the officer he told me to go home which I did. I arrived home at 9:44 p.m. Immediately after my arrival home I told my wife what had occurred and she wrote it all down as I dictated it.